What happens to hope when all hope  Is gone and you still hope?  When you wish and the wish  Granted is more than your wish?  When you think and think till you can’t think  Any more than what your mind is limited to think of? 
When your doors are half closed and half open? 
When truth is stripped naked to bare lies? 
When all roads lead to safety and ease  but solutions fails and options end?   

What do you own and who owns you? 
How often do you receive with your lower hands 
Efforts of sincere only for your sake 
Why is your love so ugly and hatred your beauty? 
Why do you war not against enemies? But within yourself    What makes you doubtful? 
To believe in your own 
Are those protecting you from evil?  Acting evil themselves? 


Why like a chameleon, are you confused with colours? 
Who will relief your grief’s and lift your burden? 
Why are you sick with love?  Uncured from hatred?   
And deceased as your peace  Why are your sins not pardoned? 
After all are you dead? 
Or still alive